Friday, September 5, 2014

It’s the kind of thing Old Guys like me should have done every five to ten years... and the kind of thing that probably would have inspired a frenzy of Crap-Blogging a decade ago, back when the world was new and we cared about such fecal matters. But I just don’t have it in me anymore.

Literally.

Crap-Blogging was once a thing, but for better or worse it is the sort of thing that does not seem to work on Facebook, where the audience is not a random bunch of internet geeks but rather a circle of friends, family, and acquaintances. It all seems like Too Much Information.

And even here on the bloggy side of things, you’re safe. I do not plan to post photographs, though I do have them... and they are fascinating in a perverse sort of way. (How often do you get to have a glimpse of your own living, glistening innards?)

To close, a brief Poetic Reflection on the day’s events:

The very idea, why it’s just nuts -To have a tube shoved up your gutsTherewith for to inspect the ColonAnd thus ensure there’s nothing growin’. The preparation is no damn fun:“Excuse me, but I’ve got to run!”But give me a dose of Propofol,And whatever you do, I won’t care at all.

I dislike propofol more intensely as I age. I cannot find a doctor that will perform the procedure without sedation, so I haven't had it done, but I suppose I shall have to go in and get shot up and stagger around like a lunatic for two hours while the shit wears off.